The Last Day

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Sequel to ‘Bit of Everything

There was a simple tradition I followed. My PC was always the last to be packed. Unfailingly. It used to be crooning the rock melodies till I had done the last of my packing. It was case on the last day as well. I remember listening to “Lost for Words”, by Pink Floyd; the last one I played that day. We were working on the report and the code till the wee hours of the morning on 12th June 2006. That was when we had the project submission and viva.

The person who did take it was none other that the infamous KVV. He asked us a lot of shit on why we made a lame game when we should be doing some kind of research. Well, we did come up with a lot gyaan on how it helped us understand the software development process. (Yeah! Right) I remember, every time he kicked ass with a question, we had one thing to say, “Yes sir, you are absolutely right. We should have thought of it that way as well”. I don’t exactly remember what all he asked, but I think our ass licking in reply to his ass kicking worked pretty well. We managed to score a 97/100 for the project. After we were done with it, we are all very happy and jumping all over the place. Avanish for some weird reason was not taking it too well. I still don’t know why he just took off and was sulking till evening.I remember packing till late evening. I could hear the voices in the hostel. There were shrieks and shouts everywhere till about 12 PM. But it was dying down in about an hour. Soon, there were those sentimental moments. An occasional hug, and those occasional obscenities for ol’ times sake. Hostel can change you a lot. There is a lot you would be taking with you wherever you go and the four years and something you wish to never leave behind. Never on any day have not woken up a ‘madar**** outside my room.

The last few hours in the room were painful. I was taking down the posters and removing all that was part of my room. It had given me a lot in the one year I had spent there. I was remembering the long phone call conversations into the night, the mid night counter strike matches (which at times ran into days), the occasional dose of some ‘pink’ and the burning the mid night oil during those CAT times and of course the people around you. There were a whole lot of biharis around my room. I was the only non bihari amongst them. You get to learn a lot about them when you live with them for one year. There were a lot of bongs as well in the hostel but never really came near the biharis. Its kind of weird how these groups worked, perhaps even avoided each other.

Coming back to the packing; I remember putting all the small things into the big trunk I had. I never had realized I had so much stuff. I had got them over the years. Seniors had left behind mattresses, buckets, pillows, computers, notebooks, porn (but of course!), CDs and what not. I remember Avanish was acting cranky till the last moment before I left. What cheered him up was probably the cigarette. I was kinda hoping the dumb ass would cheer up before I left. I was the first to leave in the group.

I was taking stock of all the stuff. I had packed

  1. One large trunk
  2. 2 large suitcases
  3. 3 large bags
  4. One computer in 4 cartons, one for the CPU, one for monitor, one for the UPS and one for the keyboard and mouse.
  5. Knick knacks packed in 2 small cartons
  6. Two hand bags.

Fuck! How in the world would I carry all this? I left more than half the stuff including the bike with Pritish – the dependable. So I was all set, well not mentally. I collected the 5000 bucks deposit and bid farewell to the pain in the ass supervisor of the hostel. Pritish and I left for the girl’s hostel. I had to meet ‘her’. It was not going to easy. Leaving someone behind is always not easy, especially when they are extra special in your life. Not very easy.We headed for Café Coffee Day in Jayanagar. She gave me a muffler she had knitted. She had been knitting till the last moment. I mean, how loving and caring could one get. We kissed in the coffee house. It did not matter what people said. Screw them. It was the last day for me in Bangalore. We headed for the bus stand now. This was also the time when Pritish was courting Nikita, I vaguely remember, she was mighty pissed that Pritish could not spend more time with her. (I’m sorry Nikita, if you are reading this! But I knew!).

I boarded the bus with the entire freaking luggage. How we fit the five huge pieces of luggage along with me, my gf, her roomie and Pritish , is beyond me. But we did fit in. All of us in the Maruti Zen.

Goodbyes are always too tough, and it was so this time too. I boarded the bus. They were standing there and staring at me. I was trying to be cool. But the fact is, I was choking too. The bus left in while. I was out on my own. I did not have the heart to look behind. Infact, that’s something I never do still. Just don’t seem to have the heart. Just don’t seem to have it.

5 Responses to “The Last Day”

  1. Born Loser says:

    Post Break Up Syndrome!

  2. Anupama Kondayya says:

    Made a nice read….got me nostalgic all over again…you could almost make a music video out of it…

  3. vivek hegde says:

    Senti one man.. nice read..

  4. Jasmine says:

    Yes,
    when the posters/knick knacks/post-its/magazine and newspaper cut-outs/graffiti come down,the room doesn’t seem the same anymore.Walls don’t just enclose a room,they make the room…

    Paraphernalia maketh a room.

  5. Acquaintant with Rajan says:

    Tx for making me famous vineet… trust me Pritish has still nt changed on tat fron he still does not have much time for me :P . Though i feel he was angry as i was leaving early….. …
    I really loved this write-up of yours…
    Dil se


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